The Sniffle

In spite of her sniffle Isabel's chiffle. Some girls with a sniffle Would be weepy and tiffle; They would look awful, Like a rained-on waffle, But Isabel's chiffle In spite of her sniffle. Her nose is more red With a cold in her head, But then, to be sure, Her eyes are bluer. Some girls with a snuffle, Their tempers are uffle. But when Isabel's snivelly She's snivelly civilly, And when she's snuffly She's perfectly luffly.